Twin Towers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem of someone who may have been in that situation who has not lived to tell the tale.
Dedication to the lives of who had died during 9/11

Submitted: May 09, 2016

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Twin Towers

By: Angelo Governale

 

I stood there pondering, of what could happen?

Was it a dream? Or was it strafin’ my mind?

I felt free, the rushing wind was breezy.

It was just a matter of time.

I had to, there was no other way.

Whether to burn and stay;

Or whether to jump and fly away.

I had to.

 

If it was a dream, everything will be fine.

But before I jumped, the crying penetrated deep inside.

It had to be real, there was no other way.

The fear in my eyes lengthen as I looked straight down.

Tears dropped from my eyes.

It had to be done.

 

I flew past the 10th floor, looking at the faces in despair.

9th floor, 6th floor, 3rd floor, down.

I hit the ground, and there wasn’t anything left to be found.

 

Pain... it was gone.

I felt free;

I had to be in a dream.

I felt the touch of god’s hand

He grasped me and said;

“Come with me, and you will be free.”


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